I'm your own Tom, Lucy!" "It's very gratifying, I'm sure, young man," said the girl, a touch of scorn in her tones.

"If you're my own Tom you'll perhaps stand out of my way and let me go to my work." Without another word he backed up again; the wall and permitted her to sweep by him, which she did with a gesture of disdain.
When Eliza Parsons had disappeared down the back stairs Beth drew a long breath and approached Tom Gates, who still stood by the wall staring at the place where the girl had disappeared.
"I overheard," said Beth.

"Tell me, Tom, is she really like Lucy ?" He looked at her with a dazed expression, as if he scarcely comprehended her words.
"Could you have been mistaken ?" persisted the questioner.
He passed his hand over his eyes and gave a shudder.
"Either it was Lucy or her ghost," he muttered.
"Eliza Parsons is no ghost," declared Beth.

"She's one of the maids here at Elmhurst, and you're quite likely to see her again." "Has she been here long ?" he asked, eagerly.
"No; only a few days." "Oh!" "When I first saw her I was struck by her resemblance to Mrs.Rogers," continued the girl.
"But she's so different," said Tom, choking back a sob.

"Lucy couldn't be so--so airy, so heartless.